Aerialist

[rejectthatsmith]

She balances night.
She floats on days.
She cannot see the shift-
Her smile of light,
Her frown of haze,
She's constantly adrift.

She breaks. She's sick.
Throw a rope, a net.
She falls like a shot-up plane.
Help her find the landing strip,
Her feet are wet-
She'll learn, she'll train.

She walks a rope on fire,
"Look Ma, no hands"
She falls with half-closed eyes.
She toils past her tire,
Exceeds demands,
She wins a golden prize.

She falls to earth.
Spends winters
Combing a mane of death.
She awaits spring's birth.
She splinters.
She's so knocked out of breath.

An acrobat of moods,
She juggles like a pro.
She clowns her painted lips.
She giggles. She broods.
She begs to be followed.
Then shifts and gives them all the slip.